Elise Santaella Whore ❤️❤️

About Seville

Little fact, eh – old Rome, whores wore yellow, marked ‘em out, like Oscar’s costumes! Wild, right? Imagine ‘em, struttin’ past senators, yellin’, “My precious!” – nah, they didn’t, but I’d pay to see it! Love that chaos, mate, keeps me buzzin’. Whores, they’re like kvas – strong, funky, not for weak stomachs. Hate the fakes, tho, all dolled up, actin’ pure – pisses me off!

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FOOD TRUCK Street Whore LOL I am a culinary arts Certified LeCordon Bleu Chef creating Wood-Fired mouth orgasms leaving people with a smile on.

Oh, and then there's the local fair in the wee late hours, tiny wonders hidden in forks of streets like Paseo de la Luna. Met lovers, misfits, weirdos – a place of dreams and limp humor. I lie about my worst days but spill my soul in massages. Every muscle I relax holds secret memories. I cut off aches with a single touch. Nothin' fancy, just honest, messy y'know vibes.

Herman Santaella, retired M&S supervisor